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fem!England sucking and taking as many cocks as she can. Would prefer it be consensual or at the least dub-con, whether she's on aphrodisiacs or drunk if you want to use those excuses. Please no outright non-con.
Any scenario works, such as a financial gangbang (stimulating a nations economy?), post-war celebration, maybe after England loses a battle or is captured by the enemy, even an AU if you want to go that way with it (would love to see Gakuen or classy prostitute fem!Iggy). Base line, I just want to see fem!England taking it from a bunch of guys in a bunch of ways.
fellacio, cunninglus, handjobs, BDSM, fingering, vaginal and anal intercourse (DP!) are fine, just no watersports or anything like that.
Bonuses:
- Plot! shocking in a PWP request I know, why is why it's a bonus, but if authors could find a way to work in some plot no matter how miniscule it would be awesome
- Going to follow some other fem!England requesters and say please no pigtailed Igiko, can't stand that hairstyle on her... unless of course she's been forced into some fetish-y outfit
- Yuri gangbang, with strap-ons >3
Any scenario works, such as a financial gangbang (stimulating a nations economy?), post-war celebration, maybe after England loses a battle or is captured by the enemy, even an AU if you want to go that way with it (would love to see Gakuen or classy prostitute fem!Iggy). Base line, I just want to see fem!England taking it from a bunch of guys in a bunch of ways.
fellacio, cunninglus, handjobs, BDSM, fingering, vaginal and anal intercourse (DP!) are fine, just no watersports or anything like that.
Bonuses:
- Plot! shocking in a PWP request I know, why is why it's a bonus, but if authors could find a way to work in some plot no matter how miniscule it would be awesome
- Going to follow some other fem!England requesters and say please no pigtailed Igiko, can't stand that hairstyle on her... unless of course she's been forced into some fetish-y outfit
- Yuri gangbang, with strap-ons >3
If you were to go to the students of Hetalia University and asked them to describe their student president in front of others, most would immediately throw out the common “strict and horrible”; while some would say “she’s okay” before.
Abigail Elizabeth Kirkland, student council president of Hetalia High School (also know as Heta High), little sister of Scott, Seth and Charles, big sister of Peter and everyone’s secret wet dream.
Everyone, from the resident player Francis Bonnefoy to the incestuious stalker Natalia Braginski, wouldn’t have to be asked twice if they were given the chance to sleep with Abigail. Silky blonde hair, vivid green eyes and semi-thick eyebrows paired off with pale skin and a body to die for.
Yes, the students of Hetalia University had it bad; so bad that Abigail was given her own changing room for gym or else risk either getting raped by the girls also in the room, or cause them to think dirty, dirty thoughts until the end of the day.
Regardless of gender, everyone wanted her quite badly; so it was no surprise that several people started to plan, and plan they did.
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Notes:
Hello hello! I hope everyone enjoys this prologue sort of thing and can stand my noob attempt at writing; I can't say I'm good at plot so you guys wouldn't mind if I skipped right to the porn yes? /laughs.
RC: quilloo belief. I didn't know you believed in the quilloo recaptcha :0!
Abigail Elizabeth Kirkland, student council president of Hetalia High School (also know as Heta High), little sister of Scott, Seth and Charles, big sister of Peter and everyone’s secret wet dream.
Everyone, from the resident player Francis Bonnefoy to the incestuious stalker Natalia Braginski, wouldn’t have to be asked twice if they were given the chance to sleep with Abigail. Silky blonde hair, vivid green eyes and semi-thick eyebrows paired off with pale skin and a body to die for.
Yes, the students of Hetalia University had it bad; so bad that Abigail was given her own changing room for gym or else risk either getting raped by the girls also in the room, or cause them to think dirty, dirty thoughts until the end of the day.
Regardless of gender, everyone wanted her quite badly; so it was no surprise that several people started to plan, and plan they did.
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Notes:
Hello hello! I hope everyone enjoys this prologue sort of thing and can stand my noob attempt at writing; I can't say I'm good at plot so you guys wouldn't mind if I skipped right to the porn yes? /laughs.
RC: quilloo belief. I didn't know you believed in the quilloo recaptcha :0!
I want a fic based on this picture: http://browse.deviantart.com/?order=11&offset=240#/d2yv9jh and the song "Dance with The Devil" by Breaking Benjamin.
Basically, Canada is taken captive by Russia. I basically have no preferences--Human names are fine, but no genderbend. Base it on the picture and song. Thanks!
Basically, Canada is taken captive by Russia. I basically have no preferences--Human names are fine, but no genderbend. Base it on the picture and song. Thanks!
So big Breaking Benjamin fan is intrigued and has set out to fill this. I should be posting the first part soon. I note the title had more of a sexual theme to it, but the song and picture aren't necessarily about that. So I hope it's okay, if I decided to take it more in the direction of a dark thriller. It seemed to work better for me. I've already got references to both picture and song worked in.
(Well, France came naked, you see, so everyone else eventually got naked too. And they were in Canada, and little Matthew can be rather forceful when he's drunk, so out onto the ice they went.)
Nations get drunk and play naked hockey.
-Russia is an utter cuddlebear when drunk.
-America has no hand-eye coordination at all.
-Lithuania becomes completely badass, as doesCanadaMANADA!
-Poland is still fabulous, except hornier.
-Prussia plays with a sword instead of a hockey stick.
-Germany can't skate.
-But Italy can.
-Spain has crazy mood swings; one second he'll be happy as ever, the next he'll be sobbing, the next he'll be beating your face into the ground.
-I really can't see how this wouldn't end in porn...
Utter crack, please :)
Nations get drunk and play naked hockey.
-Russia is an utter cuddlebear when drunk.
-America has no hand-eye coordination at all.
-Lithuania becomes completely badass, as does
-Poland is still fabulous, except hornier.
-Prussia plays with a sword instead of a hockey stick.
-Germany can't skate.
-But Italy can.
-Spain has crazy mood swings; one second he'll be happy as ever, the next he'll be sobbing, the next he'll be beating your face into the ground.
-I really can't see how this wouldn't end in porn...
Utter crack, please :)
Not the Anon who first expressed wanting to fill this, they by all means can fill also! This Anon just wanted a crack at this fill also.
Hope this is what OP wants!
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“Holy fucking titties Batman, with a prick that huge you don’t need a stick!”
Russia giggled.
America gazed over the ice ring with beer clouded eyes. He couldn’t place the moment when everyone decided to play hockey, and he really could care less. The ring was empty of anyone other than themselves and bottles of Molson.
Never mind the when, where and how. It was time to play some fucking hockey.
Well, being completely in the buff was only part true. He himself worse his Nike Air Jordan’s – because he was the her-fucking-ro, and he can totally own this game without any skates – Russia with his scarf, and Poland in his skirt.
Though America was pretty sure there was nothing under it. Oh an England.
England wore his old pirate hat.
It didn’t surprise him that his brother could get them into a vacant ice hockey rink in the middle of the night being stark raving drunk. What did surprise him was how he never noticed how nice of an ass Russia had.
The usually soft spoken Canadian had taken on a much more aggressive persona. He grunted like a wild bare and bared his teeth. America was positive his brother was not only drunk but high also. But that didn’t matter because it was pretty damn hot when the Canadian body checked England into the plexiglass.
Lithuania beat his hickey stick against the ice in front of the goal net like a territorial animal; he glared daringly for anyone to try and get the puck past him. Poland was practically humping his leg because of the uncharacteristic aggressive personality the drunk Lithuanian took on – and the Pol wasn’t even on his team. Better than him rutting up against Russia though.
Because America kind of wanted some of that.
Oh hay the puck was coming right his way! - ha ha, coming.
Spain swiveled the puck against his hockey stick with a bounce in his step for America’ direction. And did he bounce. America readied himself, he was so gonna get this one.
“No way you’re gunna get this past me! Ha ha~!”
America waited for the right moment and took it to intercept Spain, he slid his hockey stick forward to block and swung-
Only to miss completely and Spain glided right past him humming and singing his national anthem.
Hope this is what OP wants!
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“Holy fucking titties Batman, with a prick that huge you don’t need a stick!”
Russia giggled.
America gazed over the ice ring with beer clouded eyes. He couldn’t place the moment when everyone decided to play hockey, and he really could care less. The ring was empty of anyone other than themselves and bottles of Molson.
Never mind the when, where and how. It was time to play some fucking hockey.
Well, being completely in the buff was only part true. He himself worse his Nike Air Jordan’s – because he was the her-fucking-ro, and he can totally own this game without any skates – Russia with his scarf, and Poland in his skirt.
Though America was pretty sure there was nothing under it. Oh an England.
England wore his old pirate hat.
It didn’t surprise him that his brother could get them into a vacant ice hockey rink in the middle of the night being stark raving drunk. What did surprise him was how he never noticed how nice of an ass Russia had.
The usually soft spoken Canadian had taken on a much more aggressive persona. He grunted like a wild bare and bared his teeth. America was positive his brother was not only drunk but high also. But that didn’t matter because it was pretty damn hot when the Canadian body checked England into the plexiglass.
Lithuania beat his hickey stick against the ice in front of the goal net like a territorial animal; he glared daringly for anyone to try and get the puck past him. Poland was practically humping his leg because of the uncharacteristic aggressive personality the drunk Lithuanian took on – and the Pol wasn’t even on his team. Better than him rutting up against Russia though.
Because America kind of wanted some of that.
Oh hay the puck was coming right his way! - ha ha, coming.
Spain swiveled the puck against his hockey stick with a bounce in his step for America’ direction. And did he bounce. America readied himself, he was so gonna get this one.
“No way you’re gunna get this past me! Ha ha~!”
America waited for the right moment and took it to intercept Spain, he slid his hockey stick forward to block and swung-
Only to miss completely and Spain glided right past him humming and singing his national anthem.
Okay. Every fic I've seen with these two has been OOC, fluffy, and has involved Italy turning up his "cute but still weirdly gentlemanly" charm and Belarus putting a hold on her yandere-ness. Now I want to see Belarus dominating Italy. Hard. Preferably pegging. Any situation. Go crazy.
This anon decided to fill this prompt, but this is her first time writing pegging. Please enjoy nonetheless ^^
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“V–ve, s–signorina… c–can I go back to the sitting room? R–Russia must be waiting for–”
Italy wasn’t sure how it had happened. Seriously, he had no idea.
“I’d prefer you to stay silent, if you don’t want me to get bored”.
Shivering, Italy clenched his teeth together, swallowing and avoiding to look at the Nation in front of him, fighting over the urge to reply ‘yes sir’, knowing it would only make things worse.
Standing in front of him, with an emotionless face, Belarus grunted to herself and turned around, knowing that even if she lost sight of him for a moment, he would be far too scared to run away.
The feeling of control was addicting. She knew that every one of her motions would send this pathetic little Italian into fits of shivering and trembling. She knew that if she leaned forwards, grinning at him, he would yelp and back away on the bed, pleading for his life.
His weakness bothered her. It pissed her off, yet at the same time, it excited her.
It was the kind of feeling she loved and craved for –knowing that she could control someone so completely, making him fear her, making him kneel and cower at her feet…
Yet, someone like him had attracted her adored brother’s attention away from her. Russia looked at this pathetic, shivering form and smiled, and wanted to become his friend. She knew it, she knew he secretly rejoiced waiting for the Italian brothers to visit, that beautiful smile appearing on his lips whenever he thought about their warm territories.
She hated Italy with a passion, because Russia looked at him instead of her.
“V–ve~”
Belarus moved in a flash, the back of her hand colliding painfully with the Nation’s cheek, instantly making him fall silent, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes.
“I told you to shut up, didn’t I?”
Brown eyes growing wide, Italy looked down at his hands in shock, throat constricting, heart thumping in his chest, cheek stinging from the pain.
He was afraid –he always tried to avoid Russia’s little sister whenever he got invited at the creepy Nation’s house, but this time, things hadn’t gone as he’d wanted.
Russia had offered him tea, something gratefully warm that could make Italy forget about the cold for a while, and they had shared a smile (hesitantly, Italy was starting to consider him a nice person), and then the door had slammed open, and Belarus had appeared there.
A second later, Russia was already gone, his retreat faster than any Italy had ever seen, and her cold eyes had turned to look at him, and now…
“What is it that he sees, in you? Brother is so big, so cool and handsome… what does he sees in you?” Belarus spoke again, addressing him, but Italy didn’t lift his head to look at her, too afraid of her possible reaction. “You are weak, and small and pathetic… brother should only look at me with that smile… only look at me… brother is mine, after all…”
Shaking his head, trying to look small and harmless –which came easy to him– Italy fought the urge to cry and plead for mercy.
He didn’t want to die!
He was shocked out of his trance by a lithe, beautiful hand wrapping itself around his throat and forcing him to look up.
Letting out a choked gasp, Italy panicked and pushed back, falling against the mattress of the bed, with Belarus on top of him, hand still on his throat; gurgling out pleas in Italian, he waved his arms around as the female Nation sat on top of his chest, glaring down at him, her pale blond hair cascading around them.
“D–don’t k–kill me! I don’t want to die! I’m too young! I’m still a virgin! Please don’t hurt me~!”
The grip around his neck loosened all of sudden, and Italy gasped and panted, tears rolling down his cheek.
It took him a few seconds to realise that on top of him, Belarus was chuckling, her frame shaking with laughter.
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“V–ve, s–signorina… c–can I go back to the sitting room? R–Russia must be waiting for–”
Italy wasn’t sure how it had happened. Seriously, he had no idea.
“I’d prefer you to stay silent, if you don’t want me to get bored”.
Shivering, Italy clenched his teeth together, swallowing and avoiding to look at the Nation in front of him, fighting over the urge to reply ‘yes sir’, knowing it would only make things worse.
Standing in front of him, with an emotionless face, Belarus grunted to herself and turned around, knowing that even if she lost sight of him for a moment, he would be far too scared to run away.
The feeling of control was addicting. She knew that every one of her motions would send this pathetic little Italian into fits of shivering and trembling. She knew that if she leaned forwards, grinning at him, he would yelp and back away on the bed, pleading for his life.
His weakness bothered her. It pissed her off, yet at the same time, it excited her.
It was the kind of feeling she loved and craved for –knowing that she could control someone so completely, making him fear her, making him kneel and cower at her feet…
Yet, someone like him had attracted her adored brother’s attention away from her. Russia looked at this pathetic, shivering form and smiled, and wanted to become his friend. She knew it, she knew he secretly rejoiced waiting for the Italian brothers to visit, that beautiful smile appearing on his lips whenever he thought about their warm territories.
She hated Italy with a passion, because Russia looked at him instead of her.
“V–ve~”
Belarus moved in a flash, the back of her hand colliding painfully with the Nation’s cheek, instantly making him fall silent, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes.
“I told you to shut up, didn’t I?”
Brown eyes growing wide, Italy looked down at his hands in shock, throat constricting, heart thumping in his chest, cheek stinging from the pain.
He was afraid –he always tried to avoid Russia’s little sister whenever he got invited at the creepy Nation’s house, but this time, things hadn’t gone as he’d wanted.
Russia had offered him tea, something gratefully warm that could make Italy forget about the cold for a while, and they had shared a smile (hesitantly, Italy was starting to consider him a nice person), and then the door had slammed open, and Belarus had appeared there.
A second later, Russia was already gone, his retreat faster than any Italy had ever seen, and her cold eyes had turned to look at him, and now…
“What is it that he sees, in you? Brother is so big, so cool and handsome… what does he sees in you?” Belarus spoke again, addressing him, but Italy didn’t lift his head to look at her, too afraid of her possible reaction. “You are weak, and small and pathetic… brother should only look at me with that smile… only look at me… brother is mine, after all…”
Shaking his head, trying to look small and harmless –which came easy to him– Italy fought the urge to cry and plead for mercy.
He didn’t want to die!
He was shocked out of his trance by a lithe, beautiful hand wrapping itself around his throat and forcing him to look up.
Letting out a choked gasp, Italy panicked and pushed back, falling against the mattress of the bed, with Belarus on top of him, hand still on his throat; gurgling out pleas in Italian, he waved his arms around as the female Nation sat on top of his chest, glaring down at him, her pale blond hair cascading around them.
“D–don’t k–kill me! I don’t want to die! I’m too young! I’m still a virgin! Please don’t hurt me~!”
The grip around his neck loosened all of sudden, and Italy gasped and panted, tears rolling down his cheek.
It took him a few seconds to realise that on top of him, Belarus was chuckling, her frame shaking with laughter.
All the male nations are straight, and this is The Ultimate Battle to get the (few) female nations for themselves. The females nations ally or rat each other out, fight or surrender (willingly -that is, they're in love with the male pursuing them-, or not), to the guys.
Bonus. Two females are in a relationship together and fighting extremely hard to remain together and not be conquered as concubines by the males.
Some males can fight alongside the females because they are already in a relationship with one, the females are their siblings, or they genuinely believe they don’t deserve this. Authoranon can chose just ONE bi or homo male nation, if they want.
Try to include all the female nations (that includes Wy and Monaco). OCs totally accepted (especially India, Mexico, Portugal and Israel). Genderbents only accepted for three characters max, and NONE of them are America, Canada or England, who should remain males.
if you really really want one of them to be female, only England, please
Any pairings, though OP ships Canada/Ukraine hard. Incest pairings accepted.
Bonus. Two females are in a relationship together and fighting extremely hard to remain together and not be conquered as concubines by the males.
Some males can fight alongside the females because they are already in a relationship with one, the females are their siblings, or they genuinely believe they don’t deserve this. Authoranon can chose just ONE bi or homo male nation, if they want.
Try to include all the female nations (that includes Wy and Monaco). OCs totally accepted (especially India, Mexico, Portugal and Israel). Genderbents only accepted for three characters max, and NONE of them are America, Canada or England, who should remain males.
if you really really want one of them to be female, only England, please
Any pairings, though OP ships Canada/Ukraine hard. Incest pairings accepted.
Hi everybody! Here is a small prologue to the fill . I'm not sure that the way I represented it is what OP was looking for but the plot bunny was becoming more and more agressive. It also features OC!Israel, OC!Palestine and OC!Iran but in the next chap I will focus on canon character. I don't want to offend anyone, wish you like it.
She’d always been good at science. Fast learner, goes to conferences and knows the last theories from physics to psychology. It takes her far from her war, her chaos. Lost in more and less exact science, Israel can breathe and feel calm. Most times.
Science is interesting but no safe at all. It makes you wonder. Like all amateur scientist Israel has her own theories, unanswered question most of them about her kind. It‘s annoying because she’s not a real scientist and will never find and enlightening conference about biology of nations.
She has to run with her guessing. Why is Iran on her doorstep? Is it lust? The lust of animals? A psychological need appeared after seeing humans or a social behavior created by nations themselves? She can’t tell.
Maybe because they are immortal (quasi-immortal?), and reproduction is pointless and very rare. But in this case. Their sexual desires are to be ignored? She can’t, and Iran with is well shaved bear standing outside in the cold night with the patient of predators and madmen obviously can’t they have this very human desire but female nations are so outnumbered it’s ridiculous. Nature set the rules of the chasing by making males nations lust for females and then giving them so few. Not a novelty there, because Israel knows that the only thing that can as cruel as sentient is Mother Nature.
With these last thought she opened her eyes and jump of her king size bed to check again on the animal lust outside. Iran stills waiting. It made her feel slightly and irrationally afraid. The windows are bullet proof, she can see her fusil standing next to the doorframe and feel the revolver against her skin and he wasn’t even there for her anyway. So she did as she always does and tries to overcome her fear. She looks around: table, laptop, bed, it’s home it’s safe. She search for something a noisy, electronic in ITunes and take a chair to sit next to the window. In this small Jerusalem street, Iran stand alone, smoking, white clothes and bored expression. He’s sure she will come and Israel is sure too.
Then, she hears an old door being closed upstairs. She lives in the same building that this girl to keep an eye on her and she does the same. Palestine is not a beauty. Palestine is too rough, too manly, too violent, hiding behind her hijab and kuffiyeh, tending to stoop when she walks. By the windows Iran’s wide smile can be seen. Now Palestine can choose between going with him or talking, being diplomatic and turning him down. Israel roots for the last option no because even if she’s her enemy Palestine doesn’t like Iran and seeing a warrior, even this one, used as a sex toy is sad. She will stay awake and see the bad drama scene. Israel sight, it makes her sick.
Inspired by song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPeWGXE1U2Q
So yeah. I want a nation at the height of their power being all dominating over other nations, and generally badass. No one dares fuck with them. Could be select nations (their colonies/territories, enemies) or just the world in general if you're going for the big ones.
Obvious candidates: America, Spain, England/UK, Rome....
Historical content extremely appreciated, but if you do include history...please research it. I can't tell you how many fics I've found about say, Rome, that were just waaaaay off base, and it made me sad.
Bonus: prostrating/bowing to your selected country ^^
Bonus 2: ...I would really like to see freaking badass!England. Because there is just waaaaaay too much UKe in the fandom, and I really don't think he's the time to just bend over to everyone's whim. He controlled about third of the world at one point, he HAS to be strong-willed and stubborn to do that in the first place.
Can be as dark as you desire.
So yeah. I want a nation at the height of their power being all dominating over other nations, and generally badass. No one dares fuck with them. Could be select nations (their colonies/territories, enemies) or just the world in general if you're going for the big ones.
Obvious candidates: America, Spain, England/UK, Rome....
Historical content extremely appreciated, but if you do include history...please research it. I can't tell you how many fics I've found about say, Rome, that were just waaaaay off base, and it made me sad.
Bonus: prostrating/bowing to your selected country ^^
Bonus 2: ...I would really like to see freaking badass!England. Because there is just waaaaaay too much UKe in the fandom, and I really don't think he's the time to just bend over to everyone's whim. He controlled about third of the world at one point, he HAS to be strong-willed and stubborn to do that in the first place.
Can be as dark as you desire.
Anon, I do believe you've been poking around in my brain. ♥
This prompt is amazing and has SO much potential for epicness and multifills and just thinking about it is making my brain turn to goo. SECOND.
This prompt is amazing and has SO much potential for epicness and multifills and just thinking about it is making my brain turn to goo. SECOND.
Wierd request is weird...???
I want to see a Italy/Germany fill meaning Italy tops BUT WEIRD TWIST: Germany has the seme personality (dominant, more agressive) and Italy has the uke personality (more shy, embarrased) even though Italy's the one penetrating...
--> 100% CONSENSUAL PLEASE. <--
Bonus 1: Dirty talk from Germany.
Bonus 2: Germany rides.
I want to see a Italy/Germany fill meaning Italy tops BUT WEIRD TWIST: Germany has the seme personality (dominant, more agressive) and Italy has the uke personality (more shy, embarrased) even though Italy's the one penetrating...
--> 100% CONSENSUAL PLEASE. <--
Bonus 1: Dirty talk from Germany.
Bonus 2: Germany rides.
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ok, so nation A has a crush on america/thinks it would be fun, so they ask "america" out.
He said yes.
Only, what they don't know is that they accidentelly asked out canada.Who has a crush/thinks he is getting recognised.
Only in the end they don't end up together as a couple. As in Nation A dosen't fall in love with canada.
Take this and run anons, i'm good with almost anything.
He said yes.
Only, what they don't know is that they accidentelly asked out canada.Who has a crush/thinks he is getting recognised.
Only in the end they don't end up together as a couple. As in Nation A dosen't fall in love with canada.
Take this and run anons, i'm good with almost anything.
Inspired by This Picture: http://img837.imageshack.us/img837/6093/tumblrl8vkrn6nc01qdpeih.png
Sweden and America spend the day together after not being able to see each other for a while. Smut would be fabulous but isn't strictly necessary.
Sweden and America spend the day together after not being able to see each other for a while. Smut would be fabulous but isn't strictly necessary.
Ah, what a cute picture! And for whatever reason, fandom seems to find it hard to draw both guys in a pairing looking masculine, so props to the artist. <3
... God, why is this pairing so rare?
... God, why is this pairing so rare?
Canada always smells like fresh, sweet maple syrup, even if he puts on some cologne or takes a shower with strawberry shampoo. America's intoxicated with Canada's scent but Mattie doesn't know this. OP would it to end with Al taking one big sniff out of Canada's hoodie and confesses his liking for the way he smells.
Anon can choose whether they are in a relationship at the start or not. Fluff all the way, please :3 Human names are ok!
Bonus: America consults with only one person (anon chooses) about his "fetish".
Bonus 2: Al tends to sniff the air whenever Matthew passes by and receives strange looks from other nations.
Bonus 3: Canada believes US thinks he smells bad and takes a lot of baths.
Anon can choose whether they are in a relationship at the start or not. Fluff all the way, please :3 Human names are ok!
Bonus: America consults with only one person (anon chooses) about his "fetish".
Bonus 2: Al tends to sniff the air whenever Matthew passes by and receives strange looks from other nations.
Bonus 3: Canada believes US thinks he smells bad and takes a lot of baths.
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Write anything you want, for any pairing or character, based off of the following quote:
"'Is it really any different then how you lived your life?'"
"'Is it really any different then how you lived your life?'"
Microfill featuring everyone's favourite little sister who wants to get married as soon as possible.
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No, it was not.
From the scented sheets sinking within his nails to the glassy eyes where light would shine she had known all along her life of unrequited was another word for life of toil and hardships. But hardships have shaped her; formed sharp curves that slice at the night and short glances that make the hardest of ice tremble and kneel. They've given her limbs to chase, claws to grasp: they've given her all she would need for the hunt.
She sharpens her knives in the brightest of corners from where the sun waves through the window. She will hold them to see their sharpness. She will measure their edges with her hardened eyes. She will taste their blood upon the blade-- moving drip drip off the tip-- but only when they deserve it like foolish children lost in tales. (None of them did go home, which was a lesson in itself: children are useless, fragile things that must grow quickly like weeds.)
And when she is done she will wipe her hands on the snow to be clean for when she returns. He does not like it when she comes home stained: he likes her pure and she understands, though she likes him any way he welcomes her.
(She likes him best lying in bed, eyes closed and dreaming of places filled with such flowers that glow like his hair. She likes him when he smiles in that place, not resisting her loving hands melting in his own. She likes him with steady breaths that are so comforting to her ear; she just wants to sink into the sheets with him, hold his body closer closer yes until they are one breath one heart one body.
They are together.)
Then today is another day, and another day filled with crowds that are weak against her skin. Because none can hold her like he can; they break against her touch.
Brittle bones. Shallow blood.
Today she will wipe herself clean of stains then climb through his window to his bedroom where he dreams of such flowers-- such flowers that fill his deepening eyes, so violet-- then tell him tales again of when they were together on his bed. One body one heart one breath.
And no, it was not. It was never different: she has not dreamed of different.
(Not in a very long time. But she does not think she has ever dreamt. She never remembers her dreams.)
"Brother."
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No, it was not.
From the scented sheets sinking within his nails to the glassy eyes where light would shine she had known all along her life of unrequited was another word for life of toil and hardships. But hardships have shaped her; formed sharp curves that slice at the night and short glances that make the hardest of ice tremble and kneel. They've given her limbs to chase, claws to grasp: they've given her all she would need for the hunt.
She sharpens her knives in the brightest of corners from where the sun waves through the window. She will hold them to see their sharpness. She will measure their edges with her hardened eyes. She will taste their blood upon the blade-- moving drip drip off the tip-- but only when they deserve it like foolish children lost in tales. (None of them did go home, which was a lesson in itself: children are useless, fragile things that must grow quickly like weeds.)
And when she is done she will wipe her hands on the snow to be clean for when she returns. He does not like it when she comes home stained: he likes her pure and she understands, though she likes him any way he welcomes her.
(She likes him best lying in bed, eyes closed and dreaming of places filled with such flowers that glow like his hair. She likes him when he smiles in that place, not resisting her loving hands melting in his own. She likes him with steady breaths that are so comforting to her ear; she just wants to sink into the sheets with him, hold his body closer closer yes until they are one breath one heart one body.
They are together.)
Then today is another day, and another day filled with crowds that are weak against her skin. Because none can hold her like he can; they break against her touch.
Brittle bones. Shallow blood.
Today she will wipe herself clean of stains then climb through his window to his bedroom where he dreams of such flowers-- such flowers that fill his deepening eyes, so violet-- then tell him tales again of when they were together on his bed. One body one heart one breath.
And no, it was not. It was never different: she has not dreamed of different.
(Not in a very long time. But she does not think she has ever dreamt. She never remembers her dreams.)
"Brother."
Colonial!America discovers he can perform autofellatio, and goes quickly to show his big brother what he can do, getting all “Look, England, Look what I can do!” and showing him in broad daylight in their dining-room. England’s eyes bug out.
Bonus: France.and Spain
There can be sex, too
Bonus: France.
There can be sex, too
Arthur was beginning to realize how much he should treasure the years during which he was separated from his adopted colony. He had managed to free himself from Europe for a few months for a visit, and it seemed that Alfred had spent all of their separated discovering a million more ways to be ever so innocently obnoxious. He dreaded to see what the young man might become in his adult years.
Sunlight filtered in through the wide open windows, thrown to such by an overly enthusiastic Alfred as soon as the rooster had crowed. Were the boy's huge blue eyes not so filled with innocence and adoration, Arthur would have suspected that he was attempting to drive him back across the sea.
His eye twitched visibly as he tried for the millionth time to finish his book before the light faded entirely. Initially, Alfred had shown interest, but in finding that the book lacked pictures and instead overflowed with flowery language the like of which he had never had to endure had found other things to preoccupy himself while still bothering Arthur with the noise of his activity.
Had he not been so engrossed in trying not to just strangle the boy and have done with the whole thing, he might have paid a little more attention to what the boy was doing just out of his line of sight. As it was, his cry of "Look what I can do, Iggy!" and the clattering of china being cleared had been completely ignored and it wasn't until England chanced to look up that his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped impossibly low.
Alfred, eyes scrunched in concentration, had mounted the table and curled up into a position which allowed his mouth access to his own genitalia. His clothing was strewn randomly across the room and he was displayed there, right in full sight on their kitchen table, sucking softly at his own rapidly hardening penis. He cocked his head and released the captive flesh to wink at England from between his own knees. His eyes sparkled even as Arthur's threatened to fall out and crawl off somewhere of their own accord.
"Aha! I knew I could get your attention."
After what seemed like an eternity, Alfred blushed and rolled onto his side, considering checking the older country's pulse to see if he had actually been thrown into shock by his antics. Then the man clamped his jaw shut and swallowed. As no further action followed, Alfred slipped from the table and planted himself on England's lap, tugging the book from between them.
"Interested in me now old man?" He asked tauntingly. He hadn't missed the disinterest and irritation that the man felt toward him. He had simply tried to ignore it in favor of gaining his attention in other ways. These having failed, he had reached his last resort and kissed England now, trying to force him into response.
He had practiced on Matthew of course, who in turn had learned from France but he was surprised by the firm dominance as Arthur leaned foreward to kiss him back. He squeaked and allowed his teeth to be pried open and his mouth invaded by Arthur's strong, hot tongue as he was crushed by England's sudden embrace.
If the boy wanted attention, he would have it, Arthur decided, deciding to disown his prior feelings for the moment, to be reconsidered at a later date. He yanked the boy's head back and bit down on his throat, leaving red circles that would rapidly become bruises and mark him as England's own. The sudden disappearance of the boy's innocence had brought his arousal to full force in a matter of seconds.
The cheeks of both were flushed and their eyes fiery as Alfred was thrust back onto the table with only enough caution to spare the cracking of the wood beneath him. He reached out for Arthur, but the man shook his head.
Sunlight filtered in through the wide open windows, thrown to such by an overly enthusiastic Alfred as soon as the rooster had crowed. Were the boy's huge blue eyes not so filled with innocence and adoration, Arthur would have suspected that he was attempting to drive him back across the sea.
His eye twitched visibly as he tried for the millionth time to finish his book before the light faded entirely. Initially, Alfred had shown interest, but in finding that the book lacked pictures and instead overflowed with flowery language the like of which he had never had to endure had found other things to preoccupy himself while still bothering Arthur with the noise of his activity.
Had he not been so engrossed in trying not to just strangle the boy and have done with the whole thing, he might have paid a little more attention to what the boy was doing just out of his line of sight. As it was, his cry of "Look what I can do, Iggy!" and the clattering of china being cleared had been completely ignored and it wasn't until England chanced to look up that his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped impossibly low.
Alfred, eyes scrunched in concentration, had mounted the table and curled up into a position which allowed his mouth access to his own genitalia. His clothing was strewn randomly across the room and he was displayed there, right in full sight on their kitchen table, sucking softly at his own rapidly hardening penis. He cocked his head and released the captive flesh to wink at England from between his own knees. His eyes sparkled even as Arthur's threatened to fall out and crawl off somewhere of their own accord.
"Aha! I knew I could get your attention."
After what seemed like an eternity, Alfred blushed and rolled onto his side, considering checking the older country's pulse to see if he had actually been thrown into shock by his antics. Then the man clamped his jaw shut and swallowed. As no further action followed, Alfred slipped from the table and planted himself on England's lap, tugging the book from between them.
"Interested in me now old man?" He asked tauntingly. He hadn't missed the disinterest and irritation that the man felt toward him. He had simply tried to ignore it in favor of gaining his attention in other ways. These having failed, he had reached his last resort and kissed England now, trying to force him into response.
He had practiced on Matthew of course, who in turn had learned from France but he was surprised by the firm dominance as Arthur leaned foreward to kiss him back. He squeaked and allowed his teeth to be pried open and his mouth invaded by Arthur's strong, hot tongue as he was crushed by England's sudden embrace.
If the boy wanted attention, he would have it, Arthur decided, deciding to disown his prior feelings for the moment, to be reconsidered at a later date. He yanked the boy's head back and bit down on his throat, leaving red circles that would rapidly become bruises and mark him as England's own. The sudden disappearance of the boy's innocence had brought his arousal to full force in a matter of seconds.
The cheeks of both were flushed and their eyes fiery as Alfred was thrust back onto the table with only enough caution to spare the cracking of the wood beneath him. He reached out for Arthur, but the man shook his head.
In that order please. Make it sexy. I want detailed, hard core rimming.
Bonus: France riding Spain's face.
Super Bonus: dirty talking
Bonus: France riding Spain's face.
Super Bonus: dirty talking
Dear Anons, I propose the following prompt.
France, tired of England following after to America and ignoring his and the rest of Europe's opinons on the matter, decides that England should be closer to Europe than America. Naturally he ropes his fellow Europeans into the cause (besides if they brought England into the Eurozone -http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurozone-, it would be stronger wouldn't it Germany?). Cue the European countries each trying to sway England into forming tighter bonds with Europe than America (how they each 'persuade' him can be up to anon!).
Bonus 1: Italy tries to tempt him with Pasta, whilst Germany writes him a long 50 page document too confusing and long-worded for England (or anyone else!) to understand
Bonus 2: France/Spain try to take this 'seduction' literally
Bonus 3: America finds out... and the hero can NEVER say no to a competition
France, tired of England following after to America and ignoring his and the rest of Europe's opinons on the matter, decides that England should be closer to Europe than America. Naturally he ropes his fellow Europeans into the cause (besides if they brought England into the Eurozone -http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurozone-, it would be stronger wouldn't it Germany?). Cue the European countries each trying to sway England into forming tighter bonds with Europe than America (how they each 'persuade' him can be up to anon!).
Bonus 1: Italy tries to tempt him with Pasta, whilst Germany writes him a long 50 page document too confusing and long-worded for England (or anyone else!) to understand
Bonus 2: France/Spain try to take this 'seduction' literally
Bonus 3: America finds out... and the hero can NEVER say no to a competition
(frozen comment) Re: England/Europe Versus England/America
(Anonymous) 2010-09-18 02:04 am (UTC)(link)This request has basically already been made, I'd say:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/16221.html?thread=48271453#t48271453
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/16221.html?thread=48271453#t48271453
Some parts of America were bought rather than won through war, so it's like Alfred "bought" some of his "children" rather than had them.
I want to see America making one of his deals with a country (like Spain)to buy one of the kids they don't need. He complies, but he doesn't explain to the young kid (9-12ish please) what he means when he says they are being "sold" and the poor child thinks he or she has been sold into prostitution or sexual slavery rather than just plain adoption.
Cue hysterical breakdown and freakout.
I want to see America making one of his deals with a country (like Spain)to buy one of the kids they don't need. He complies, but he doesn't explain to the young kid (9-12ish please) what he means when he says they are being "sold" and the poor child thinks he or she has been sold into prostitution or sexual slavery rather than just plain adoption.
Cue hysterical breakdown and freakout.
...I never realized how badly I wanted this. ...I...I might do it for Alaska. ...Maybe. I...omg, the wibble and angst potential.
Also, is it safe to assume breakdown/freakout on both parties' parts, or just America trying to figure out why his new child is in his bed, asking what s/he should do?
Also, is it safe to assume breakdown/freakout on both parties' parts, or just America trying to figure out why his new child is in his bed, asking what s/he should do?
US/fem!UK AU - Alfred likes his girls a little bit older
(Anonymous) 2010-09-18 03:05 am (UTC)(link)Alfred, a teenager in high school, is fed up with all the girls his age he's been dating; they're too immature for him (despite how immature he is).
At the same time, his grades in English are lacking, so his parents hire a tutor for him.
Enter fem!England. She's a student working her way through college when she takes on the tutoring job. She's strict and no nonsense, but prone to snapping at the drop of a hat. Despite all this, she has a hidden soft side. But best of all, she's an older woman. Alfred is head over heels.
The problem? She wants nothing to do with a child like Alfred. Cue Alfred pursuing her with a vengeance.
Other details are up to anon!
At the same time, his grades in English are lacking, so his parents hire a tutor for him.
Enter fem!England. She's a student working her way through college when she takes on the tutoring job. She's strict and no nonsense, but prone to snapping at the drop of a hat. Despite all this, she has a hidden soft side. But best of all, she's an older woman. Alfred is head over heels.
The problem? She wants nothing to do with a child like Alfred. Cue Alfred pursuing her with a vengeance.
Other details are up to anon!
Not A!A
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=56565817#t56565817
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=56565817#t56565817
B-Nation has put on a little weight. A-Nation gets distressed but then find themselves turned on by it and wanting them bigger. They feel conflicted but want so badly to see this fantasy happen, but what is going through the mind of the other?
If it's gradual or rapid by force is filler's choice and the range.
If it's gradual or rapid by force is filler's choice and the range.
asdfghjkl Seconding so fucking hard. I feel guilty for wanting GerIta with this.
America and Germany having sleepy, snuggly morning sex before Germany wakes up enough to put on his Responsible Face. Penetration is totally optional: anon counts it as "sex" as long as they both get off somehow.
Thanks in advance to anyone who decides to fill!
Thanks in advance to anyone who decides to fill!
Filled here http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/18772.html?view=70552660#t70552660
Greece/Bulgaria and Germany/Italy - International incident cause by an Animal
(Anonymous) 2010-09-18 04:02 am (UTC)(link)Base in the following Craked article:
http://www.cracked.com/article_18745_5-international-incidents-caused-by-animal.html
Greece and Bulgaria being number 4 and Germany and Italy been number 1
http://www.cracked.com/article_18745_5-international-incidents-caused-by-animal.html
Greece and Bulgaria being number 4 and Germany and Italy been number 1
Re: Greece/Bulgaria and Germany/Italy - International incident cause by an Animal
(Anonymous) 2010-09-18 04:19 am (UTC)(link)...Somebody seriously need to do the Italian citizen bear
Based on this set of videos from TGWTG's trip to Austria:
http://thatguywiththeglasses.com/videolinks/thatguywiththeglasses/specials/27856-douginaustria
I don't care how you do it - Austria gives him a special tour, they meet on the street and hijinks ensue, or Austria somehow comes across the videos and decides to give TGWTG what for when it comes to insulting his beloved Vienna.
Bonus: Include Mozart's Balls. I DON'T CARE HOW.
http://thatguywiththeglasses.com/videolinks/thatguywiththeglasses/specials/27856-douginaustria
I don't care how you do it - Austria gives him a special tour, they meet on the street and hijinks ensue, or Austria somehow comes across the videos and decides to give TGWTG what for when it comes to insulting his beloved Vienna.
Bonus: Include Mozart's Balls. I DON'T CARE HOW.
Re: Austria - That Guy With The Glasses Comes For a Visit
(Anonymous) 2010-09-18 04:25 am (UTC)(link)dhyfus I love Doug, especially as the Nostalgia Critic. Second!
Romano still thinks of his dear little brother as being sweet and innocent and all that jazz. Italy tops the hell out of Germany on a regular basis. Romano finds out. Take that, and run.
Bonus points:
Romano finds out by walking in on them
He goes running to cry to Spain about it
...And Spain already knew about it/completely fails to see why Romano's upset
Bonus points:
Romano finds out by walking in on them
He goes running to cry to Spain about it
...And Spain already knew about it/completely fails to see why Romano's upset
US/Lithuania - Slow, Romantic, Lovemaking in the Morning
(Anonymous) 2010-09-18 04:27 am (UTC)(link)There is a lack of US/Let fics on this meme *sadface*
So, Lithuania wakes up early and sneaks out of bed, when an adorably groggy US drags him back for another round! Diabetes-causing sweetness is very appreciated.
Bonus: Is set in modern times instead of now, as in, Let is in US's house of his own will, not as a servant.
So, Lithuania wakes up early and sneaks out of bed, when an adorably groggy US drags him back for another round! Diabetes-causing sweetness is very appreciated.
Bonus: Is set in modern times instead of now, as in, Let is in US's house of his own will, not as a servant.
Re: US/Lithuania - Slow, Romantic, Lovemaking in the Morning
(Anonymous) 2010-09-18 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)>"There is a lack of US/Let fics on this meme" *nods head in agreement*
Seconded!!!!
Seconded!!!!
Re: US/Lithuania - Slow, Romantic, Lovemaking in the Morning
(Anonymous) - 2012-06-06 22:31 (UTC) - ExpandUS/UK -- After WW2, US convinces England that the best choice is he need to be under his rule
(Anonymous) 2010-09-18 04:43 am (UTC)(link)As the subject said, America convincing England that he should become his colony... As he won't be in a good condition after war... Especially if he stop giving the other help.
Bonus: America gives warning to England that he will stop giving help if England tried to talk about this to someone else.
Bonus: America indeed stop giving England help the moment he saw hesitation that England won't go with what he said.Or England talked about this to someone else.
SUPER BONUS: America slowly cut England's relation with other nations, isolating the other... except to America of course.
Bonus: America gives warning to England that he will stop giving help if England tried to talk about this to someone else.
Bonus: America indeed stop giving England help the moment he saw hesitation that England won't go with what he said.
SUPER BONUS: America slowly cut England's relation with other nations, isolating the other... except to America of course.
Re: US/UK -- After WW2, US convinces England that the best choice is he need to be under his rule
(Anonymous) 2010-09-26 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)SECONDED LIKE WHOA
Rower!Anon here. I'd love to see Denmark and Norway on a school (high school, boarding school, college...whatever) crew together. Perhaps it's their viking heritage coming out, but either way Denmark would definitely be a rower and Norway would probably be a coxswain (one because he's small and two because I think he would have a killer coxing voice). Basically an epic romance developing between them throughout the course of their practices and all of their training. Bonding during runs, regatta nerves/antics, common tables, erg pieces, SPANDEX, and all that fun crew jazz.
Bonus: Erg testing. Oh yes.
Come on, rower!anons, you must be out there somewhere!
Bonus: Erg testing. Oh yes.
Come on, rower!anons, you must be out there somewhere!
Germania impregnanted with HRE tries to kill the baby so he can live is stopped by Gilbert.
(Anonymous) 2010-09-18 05:58 am (UTC)(link)When a nation gets pregnant, regardless of if the nation is male or female, if the child lives they are his heir and the nation will die to be replaced by their child. Germania knows this but it is too late since he is impregnated by Rome and is carrying Ludwig aka Holy Roman Empire aka Germany. He vows that the moment the child is born he will kill it, basically a heartless Germania who doesn’t want to die.
When he tries to do it Rome tries to stop him but Germania is really stopped by Gilbert, Teutonic Knight personification, who he had born and abandoned believing him dead. Gilbert was going to be his heir but when he was found by the Knights he turned into their personification instead. Gilbert then takes Ludwig away to save him and raise him.
Bonus 1-Years later Rome and Germania meet Gilbert and Ludwig, who never stopped being Germanias heir.
Bonus 2 (but you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.) -Germany is a girl.
When he tries to do it Rome tries to stop him but Germania is really stopped by Gilbert, Teutonic Knight personification, who he had born and abandoned believing him dead. Gilbert was going to be his heir but when he was found by the Knights he turned into their personification instead. Gilbert then takes Ludwig away to save him and raise him.
Bonus 1-Years later Rome and Germania meet Gilbert and Ludwig, who never stopped being Germanias heir.
Bonus 2 (but you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.) -Germany is a girl.
Germania was dying.
Or rather he would be dead in a few short months.
All because of Rome. And because of their child.
The child that was currently residing inside of him and in a few months would be born to take its place in the world.
Germanias place.
His upper lip curled over his teeth at the thought. This child was his heir and the heir took the place of the parent.
Neither can live while the other survived. One of them had to die for the other to live.
Germania swore it wouldn’t be him. The same thing had happened to Egypt, dead hours after having her child. Others were sure to follow as well. Greece also had a telltale bump that showed the sign of a child as did Kievan Rus.
This was not his first child, his second actually. However the first one had been a stillborn and that allowed Germania to continue to live.
And he wasn’t going to change that.
When this child would be born he would be sure to dispose of it before it could kill him first.
Sorry this is so short. It's just an introduction. And should I make HRE/Germany a girl?
Or rather he would be dead in a few short months.
All because of Rome. And because of their child.
The child that was currently residing inside of him and in a few months would be born to take its place in the world.
Germanias place.
His upper lip curled over his teeth at the thought. This child was his heir and the heir took the place of the parent.
Neither can live while the other survived. One of them had to die for the other to live.
Germania swore it wouldn’t be him. The same thing had happened to Egypt, dead hours after having her child. Others were sure to follow as well. Greece also had a telltale bump that showed the sign of a child as did Kievan Rus.
This was not his first child, his second actually. However the first one had been a stillborn and that allowed Germania to continue to live.
And he wasn’t going to change that.
When this child would be born he would be sure to dispose of it before it could kill him first.
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